Chapter 120

After Liam Sullivan left on his business trip, phone calls became a daily necessity.

Vivian Bennett's phone would always ring when she least expected it.

Sometimes it was during a busy morning at the office. Other times it was late at night when she was preparing for sleep.

She had once used company policy as an excuse, prohibiting personal calls during work hours.

But Liam changed the rules for her.

He personally tore up that prohibition.

Just so he could hear her voice whenever he missed her.

Vivian could no longer find any reason to refuse.

Daytime calls were still bearable.

But the nightly calls left her restless and unsettled.

These past few days, after each call ended, she would toss and turn for hours.

If this continued, her dark circles would become impossible to hide.

Tonight, she decided to be smarter.

After her bath, she directly set her phone to silent.

This way she could sleep peacefully without being disturbed by his calls.

She indeed fell into deep sleep quickly.

Until midnight, when she suddenly woke up.

Her phone screen was silently flashing in the darkness.

Liam Sullivan's name kept appearing.

She had actually developed a conditioned reflex.

Every day around this time, she would automatically wake up, waiting for his call.

Since she was already awake, she simply pressed the answer button.

Heavy breathing came from the other end of the line.

Liam had drunk too much at tonight's business dinner.

He stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of his hotel room, gazing at the unfamiliar city nightscape.

Alcohol made his thoughts drift to distant places.

Vivian's smiling face lingered in his mind, impossible to shake.

Longing washed over him like a tidal wave.

He desperately wanted to hear her voice.

He had dialed over a dozen times before she finally answered.

Her receiver carried his slightly intoxicated breathing.

Vivian's heartbeat skipped a beat.

"Is something wrong?" She tried to keep her voice steady.

"Why did it take so long to answer?" His voice was low and hoarse.

"I was sleeping earlier," she explained softly.

There was a brief silence on the other end.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, I just happened to wake up," she lied instinctively.

"Are you home alone?" he pressed.

"Yes."

"Talk to me," he suddenly requested.

Vivian froze.

Weren't they already talking?

"About what?" she asked, confused.

"Anything."

"I don't know what to say..."

He had been leading these past days' conversations.

He was naturally sparing with words, never saying much.

Their calls often ended in silence.

But tonight he actively wanted her to speak.

Vivian truly didn't know what to say.

Sweet nothings wouldn't leave her lips.

Confessions were even more impossible.

If she reported work matters, it would seem too unromantic.

"Then sing a song," his voice grew even huskier.

"Sing?" Vivian's cheeks burned.